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Post by bo sei lao on Apr 22, 2013 19:21:22 GMT -5
He had woke as he always did. To the annoying chatter of birds, the sound forever putting him in the foulest of moods. You would figure after years of hearing it you might get used to it. But Bo would never get used to it. Never. It did nothing but churn at a pit of anger so old it was almost like the warm hand of a comforting friend now. At least with the anger he knew he was living rather then dead or dreaming.
Only a few dared try and mess with him. The newest of the recruits on the palace guard. So slender of build he looked. So slight. So delicate. Soft. He must be a women. Must be one good fuck to be allowed to parade around doing a man's job. At these remarks Bo had to remind himself there was honor to be had. And honor did not come at losing his temper and lashing out simply because pecker brained fools wanted to pick at something that looked lesser. And at that thought he winced. Looked lesser despite hiding he was lesser and because of that he would never be whole. Never be greater. Always lesser.
He made a point however of committing their names and faces to memory should punishment ever need to served to them....as well as perhaps something accidental to happen. Honor could not be tarnished through accidents that did not trail back to him. They would have theirs unless they directly challenged him and at that point, Bo would show them exactly what he was made of. Always a lovely thing to stand over the body of a might knocked down fool and tell him they just got beat by a delicate flower of a man.
Now the even more bothersome part. Showers. Scowling at his internal clock-he usually woke up earlier to catch a shower before the many hit them up-he waited for the mass groups to finish before slipping in to take one on his own. Though as he did word of a doctor coming in for a visit hit the air. All were to report to the medical wing for examination. Signs and symptoms were to be looked for in the guard. Make sure no one was showing ill so that the epidemic did not spread to the Royals who thus far seemed fine.
The very idea made him twitch. He was not. Was not stripping down in front of some strange doctor not brought in from his own family home. He was not. And with that in mind he took a quick wash down before dressing, twisting his hair up into a messy bun with a set of plain chop sticks, bangs falling still damp around his face. He returned to his quarters and dressed in full royal guard garb. No simple robe would be warn. It was going to be a stern sign that he was not at all going to be dressing down coupled with a large pouch of money. That should settle the problem. And with that Bo made his way down to the medical wing to wait in life for his examination.
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Post by zachariel constantine on Apr 22, 2013 23:22:42 GMT -5
"In any case, I apologize on behalf of my supervisor." A light haired man in his mid-20s spoke in all formalities to a large, bearded figure donned in an Eastern Imperial armor. The bald and bearded man looked just like those stern generals who often appeared in traditional Xihe lores; a fact that could not be overlooked by someone who had been doing his best to associate himself with the culture of his current land of residency as of the past few years.
"By the way, the name's Zac. I assure you that Doctor Liu is really the one who entrusts this task to me," he said while shoving the sealed and stamped letter addressed to the authorities in charge of the Xihe Empire's domestic general affairs to the man's dark beard. "Of course you won't doubt his qualifications at looking over somebody else's qualifications, will you?" Zac had gotten tired of standing at the front gate, persuading the stern man to let him in so that he could complete the examination for the symptoms of a certain epidemic in his master's behalf. The Royal Doctor Liu was stuck caring for a little boy who came into the clinic really early that day, and he feared the emergency patient needed his skills more than symptoms of a possibly imaginary epidemic. But that could also mean that he trusted Zac's skills like he did his; at least in the case of aptly recognizing dangerous signs of diseases.
After getting through a number of other armored men and a few heated discussions which followed, Zac was finally let in when the higher ups said to let him perform Doctor Liu's duty. The unspoken rule of hierarchy disguised as respect in this part of Yumiris was so conspicuous, as proven by the stern armored men who firmly denied Zac of entry a few minutes ago now obeying their bosses like well-trained pups. He found this entertaining, he almost laughed. But he held back like a good tourist (and doctor) who appreciated the cultural seasonings of the Eastern Empire.
Eventually, he was brought to the medical wing where his skills as 'Liu's stand-in' would be tested upon. Of course, there was no way he would let his master down with such simple procedures, but it would pay to be more vigilant with things like symptoms. They could sometimes be really tricky to spot.
He efficiently prepared his instruments and not long afterward he was ready to begin, fastening a medical mask upon his nose and mouth as his last preparation for the battle. He called in the first person he needed to check on. Apparently he would have to filter through the royal guards and soldiers first, before then examining the royals should anything suspicious was to be discovered among the lower ranks of the residents of the castle.
He easily cleared the examination, a guard after a guard, before finally catching a glimpse at what he predicted would be his biggest hurdle to overcome. After he was writing down reports on the previous person, the next patient walked into the venue unfittingly equipped for a manly war despite looking like a woman. ”Well, well. What do we have here?” he sighed, “That is hardly an appropriate outerwear for medical examinations, young…” Zac spent a few seconds trying to come up with a conclusion of the person’s actual gender. “…Man. Sorry. Perhaps you’re still a boy, huh?” He put his pen down and turned to face the young man. He carried a suspicious pouch that made clinging sounds as he walked closer to where the ash blonde was sitting at.
Not wanting to prolong the trouble and ignoring the armored boy’s actions, Zac uttered. ”If you please, strip for me and let’s get this over and done with. You know how to strip in this case? It’s that action where you have to undress; remove your clothes and be temporarily half naked so you can have your body examined for may-be-deadly symptoms for diseases and such. I can even discover your personal maladies and provide you with the appropriate remedies.”
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Post by bo sei lao on Apr 23, 2013 2:26:20 GMT -5
Slowly as the line grew shorter and shorter Bo was able to peer around those taller then himself. Which was sadly a great many. Most stood taller then his height of five feet seven inches. But peer he did from the sides to catch a glimpse. Curious. The man speaking in doctoral tongues was not at all someone with an accept of their own. And then there it was. The glimmer of sun kissed gold. Blond hair. So odd to their people lest you be something of a tainted halfling. Those coming in all shapes and sizes no matter their origin. Bloody spots of imperfection against what should be.
Heart beating once it got down to the last few before him and then soon enough it seemed to be his turn. Stepping into the room he gave the man the calm and cool face of a warrior. Emotionless yet fierce in it's own right. Watchful, calculating and so shut down that you know this was the look of your death should you decide to wrong them. This was a face that hadn't a problem hacking someone down on order or to save their own life to fight another day. Small and delicate Bo might be, but one could not deny that when he wanted he looked as much a scary mother fucker as the rest of them. It was the cold silence that scared people to the bones and the cold silence Bo had mastered.
Though this....man....had to pick at him as well. The slow boil beneath the surface of his skin churned all the more but Bo had years to school his temper. He would not let a foreigner come to his home and make fun at him like he was this sad little foreign doll to him to pick and play at. So watchful he stood. Silent he was until he finished berating him. Finished his little speech he so felt obligated to give perhaps to one such as him who came dressed not of appropriate medical examination attire. The speech given to those perhaps that looked like they would be trouble to his job. "If you are finished." Voice as lovely as a melody being plucked of harps and splendidly strung instruments, and maybe would have been more lovely if it carried with it the notes of joy of life. But the what should have been lovely melody was a bit flat with something of the cold composure that masked that oh so delicate face. "I assure you I show no symptoms of this epidemic. It is a common thing where my family hails. I know what to look for and I know how to treat it should I find myself tainted from it. I do not need your help." And with that he placed the pouch of a vast many coins on the stool in which he suspected he should have sat down on. "For your troubles and kind silence on the matter. If it harms your conscience so much to let a patient go despite the purse I will send for my family's medical examiner."
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Post by zachariel constantine on Jun 7, 2013 23:27:24 GMT -5
There was nothing Zac could do except to listen to the little (as compared to him, at least) dark haired man stringing words together and beaming his sentences out in a rather sophisticated and confident manner. No matter how eloquently he expressed his desire to opt out of the examination, though, to Zac he was simply an unwilling brat who refused to abide by formal procedures predetermined by his superiors. In short, just a pretty package with lots of admirable gusto, given the traditional environment he was in. Part of Zac really wanted to give the guy a little credit and let him go peacefully, but then that would be too boring.
After all, he... Felt like he had found something fun - like a new toy - to play with.
"Well, that's kind of troublesome," he sighed as he eyed what he judged to be a bribe pouch (which it most likely was), now seemingly substituting the beautiful sight of a Xihe male on the patient's seat. "I'm actually here upon my superior's request, and I've got my hands full on maintaining his reputation and dignity. I don't have enough hands to accept childish bribes like this just because a certain young master doesn't like medical injections," he momentarily closed his eyes as he carefully planned a quick counter to return to the Xihe man for his treatment to him. Zac reached out to the pouch and immediately recognized that there were probably enough coins in there to accommodate his living expenses for a few months, but then it wouldn't make for a good enough tactic to provoke this guy.
He opened the pouch and saw glittering golden coins under the sunlight. He smirked and closed it back, took it off the seat where the little soldier had put it on earlier and walked toward him. "So you don't like medical examinations? Sure, I guess you can skip it because you're too chicken to face your own weaknesses, let alone to overcome them," he stopped just a step before he would come into contact with the said soldier. "But I also won't be needing this. I can hardly buy a candy for myself with this amount of wealth, boy."
His attempt at provoking the boy was not the most gentlemanly plan in history, but Zac knew he wasn't a gentleman anyway. But it was true; his hunch was. TThe moment he took a closer look to the little soldier, the more he looked like a dignified prince - slender and delicate; yet strong and charming.
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